I don't know, the world has changed a lot since August 2001. Given that I've kissed two guys since then, I'd say that yes, I probably have.

But I suppose I could start obsessing over someone a third of my age I met on an internet message board; transposing my sick, psycho-sexual fantasies on them in a repetitive and nonsensical manner; making sure that 90% of my many posts in a 48 hour period refer to him and mention personal details of his that I have been recording since I first encountered him 6 years before; reading through 4 years worth of his abysmal poetry and quoting posts he made complimenting a friend's comic genius when he was 17 years old and generally being a creepy old bastard.

Wait... is 'gay' the right word there?

Seriously though, thanks for fighting the good fight here Schizo but I really enjoy watching Stu go off like this. I mean, when I suggested that he molested his daughters (an accusation that seems to have gained creedence due to his reaction), I expected retaliation of sorts. And, when I logged into that thread the next day and the only reply was that he hoped I got aids from my next rape victim, I was actually impressed: "Wow, Stu's finally grown up a bit"... it was so unlike Stu just to make one brief, almost funny comment like that then leave something alone. But... then I saw the next thread.

And the next one.

And the next one.

Wow... I mean, this is Stu on an all out offensive against me. This!!! As a study in pathetic obsession and wasted life, this is Death of a Salesman meets Death in Venice!!!!!! I mean, think about it: according to Stu, he is an experienced man of the world who spent his dashing youth cavorting around with beautiful Thatcherite women, organising admirable acts of political activism and travelling the planet not fucking Japanese schoolgirls. Yet, here he is now in his late 50s, the twilight of his years, hunched over a computer screen for around 18 hours of each day by turns obsessively making the same remarks about various (well, two now Twister's gone) people on this website, trying desperately to prove how hip he is by talking about new music or talking to younger people about how he was [insert topic of conversation here] long before they were even born.

I mean, what happened? What changed? Was the Stu of yesteryear real or was he just the invention of a pitisome man who has spent too long alone with his own hatred of a world that rejected him at every turn?

Honestly, I really wish I had some ability to write because Stu is just far too brilliant a character to let go to waste: the difference between how he seems himself and how the world sees him is almost Brentian in magnitude, but with this unfathomable depth of hatred for anyone who disagrees with him, is younger than him or generally appears to be enjoying their life.

Sadly, I could never do the comedic and pathos-laden potential of such a figure justice, so I'll make to with showing my girlfriend a series of Stu's posts when she comes over tomorrow to ensure she knows that she's not the only one who can't stop thinking of me.

Oh, and Stu, there hasn't been an 'argument' (one has to use the term loosely with you involved) in the Artiste's since Kelly Jean posted that chat transcript that the Deuce just about rubbed his cock raw masturbating over and I'd really hate to see that change and give K any more work than he needs, so would you mind keeping this in the Site Feedback or Coffee Shop forums? Perhaps you could start a thread with this evidence of yours you don't want to waste 'in the first round'.

Oh, and I'll beat you to the punch: rapist pig.

I think I was trying to suggest something about the duality of man, sir